He Xuan had rarely ventured through the Cultivation World alone since he began following Qin Fengming. That absolutely did not mean he was someone with no experience of hardship.
Before following Qin Fengming, he had been highly experienced. Before entering the Wind Demon Tower, he had already wandered through the Cultivation World for countless years. The Wind Demon Tower had tempered his mind even further.
Now that he was watching over several cultivators from the True Demon Realm, He Xuan naturally would not let his guard down.
The moment he had left the mountain peak, he had already secretly cast a technique, concealing Shi Yin Ghost Spirit Qi within the rocks by mixing it into the mist.
Shi Yin Ghost Spirit Qi was a terrifying toxin that was extraordinarily corrosive to the soul in the sea of consciousness. Even Mahayana cultivators generally did not dare let such poisonous qi touch their bodies.
Cultivators were fundamentally unable to collect and refine this poisonous mist, much less cultivate it into their own secret arts and divine abilities.
Yet He Xuan had cultivated this Shi Yin Ghost Spirit Qi, which made cultivators blanch at the mere mention of it, into one of his secret arts. Even Qin Fengming was left utterly speechless by this.
Shi Yin Ghost Spirit Qi had spread throughout the surroundings, but under He Xuan's control, it did not reveal itself.
Having suddenly come under the attack of five people, how could He Xuan continue holding back? He activated the Silver Prison Art to protect himself while simultaneously drawing out the Shi Yin Ghost Spirit Qi scattered across the mountain peak.
The berserk astral wind howled and then fell silent. The energy fluctuations dispersed, revealing He Xuan, who was still sitting cross-legged atop the mountain peak.
He Xuan was wrapped